Movimiento Ondulatorio Quotes & Sayings

The press gave me a voice too quickly, and that could have unsettled a man who had every right to feel he should be in control of the thing he had created. — Alison Moyet

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private. — Allen Ginsberg

Be sure of your heart before you speak. — Lisa Mangum

When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms, the whole world just fades away. The only thing I hear is the beating of your heart. — Faith Hill

There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something. — Michel De Montaigne

In the heart or every caregiver is a knowing that we are all connected. As I do for you, I do for me. — Tia Walker

Arguments hardly affect the faithful- their beliefs have an entirely different foundation. — Paul Feyerabend

We should have known.
maybe we wanted cotton candy luck. maybe we
believed. what trash.
we believed like dogs
believe. — Charles Bukowski

It's easy to say that entrepreneurs will create jobs and big companies will create unemployment, but this is simplistic. The real question is who will innovate. — Guy Kawasaki

I see myself on the cover of a magazine and I don't think that it looks like me at all. My first-ever photo shoot was for the cover of a lads' magazine. — Elize Du Toit

I love shopping. There is a little bit of magic found in buying something new. It is instant gratification, a quick fix. — Rebecca Bloom

I bought a gun safe with velvet shelves and a built-in dehumidifier to house the hundreds of original [Barbara] Stanwyck letters I amassed that I first kept in the lettuce crisper of a refrigerator in my basement. — Victoria Wilson

The more you are blessed with experience, the fuller and the more enriched you are in your craft. — Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

A mown hay field appears, its blond stubble blackened by a flock of starlings. As I pass, the field seems to lift, peek to see what's under itself, then resettles. A pickup passes from the other direction. The flock lifts again and this time keeps rising, a narrowing swirl as if sucked through a pipe and then an unfurl of rhythm sudden sprung, becoming one entity as it wrinkles, smooths out, drifts down like a snapped bedsheet. Then swerves and shifts, gathers and twists. Murmuration: ornithology's word-poem for what I see. — Ron Rash

He laughed and it sounded startled and a bit rusty, as if he didn't do that very often. — Amanda McCabe